I force a smile and said, “hey Oliver! What's up?” oh my god Diana are you serious. He laughs. Oh no I embarrassed myself didn't I? “Nothing really. I was actually waiting for you.” For me? I can't believe he waited for me. He smiles an points to the window he is leaning against. I look more precise before realizing that it is the window from the small table where I always sit. My eyes widen as I couldn't find the right words for a few seconds when I finally blurt out, “you were watching me?!”
Now it's Oliver's turn to have a rather surprised expression. I quickly turn away with my face in a deep red color. “I- I'm s- sorry! I didn't m- mean it like that, I jus-” but my words are stopped when he suddenly starts laughing. “No no, it's alright. I was watching you to be honest, but wondered why you wouldn't notice me! You were always looking at the cash register, not paying attention to the things around you,” he continues with a smile.
Oblivious to the fact that I was actually looking for him, I ask, “why are you here anyway? Do you have a break or something?” I try to sound as normal as possible, not eager to achieve more information about his work hours. He gives me a heartwarming smile and says, “yup! My shift ended some minutes ago. Just as I was walking outside I saw you sitting there and thought I would wait for you to come outside!” he chuckles lightly.
I look dumbfounded at him and ask boldly, “why would you wait for me?” he looks at me almost confused and answers, “because you seem like a nice person and I just couldn't get you out of my head after our wild encounter!” he crooks a brow and slightly smirks at me.
I can't believe it. Is this actually happening? I shake my head and pinch myself to be sure this isn't a dream, all to add to Oliver's confusion, before sinking on the ground because my legs just won't stop shaking. Although I have to admit that it's nice to held in a mans arms. “Are you alright?” he asks with a worried look on his face.
Trying not to make too much of a fuss I say, “I'm alright, don't worry. It's probably the heat, I just need a shady spot to relax.” Upon hearing these words a smile forms on his face and he says in a cheery tone, “I know a place!” My eyes who just witnessed what my ears did widen in shook and embarrassment as I nod like an idiot and blush like one too.
Me, with him, together, outside of the coffee shop, talking like normal people? Pff, as if. Although this seems pretty real to me... God damn it.
We walk a few minutes before we halt at a park. “The park?” I ask a little confused. “It's my favorite place to go, you know?” he says with a flash of nostalgia in his eyes. He stays like this for a short moment before he turns to me again with a smile. “Come on!” he says cheerfully as he's taking my hand to drag me with him. The pace we're going right now is too fast for walking and too slow for running, but it still consumes my energy like I'm running. And let me tell you, I hate running.
I'm out of breath quickly, I get the stitch, my lung is hurting and I have a light headache. Sorry Oliver, but this workout has to stop right now. I stop walk-running and try to stop Oliver as well, because he is still holding my hand, and although I really like it, he's the reason I'm even moving so fast and feel like dying.
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